Although he couldn't see it at all, and he couldn't even detect his breath, Taichu's body showed the outline of the injured girl in front of Mei Xue little by little.

Her body is very petite, she looks like a work of art that is easy to break, and her hands and feet are very slender, but she doesn't know what to do Mei Xue can feel an unusually hard aura when she looks at her silhouette.

Even though he was unconscious, even though his whole body was stained red with blood, the aura did not weaken in the slightest, but rather became sharper, like a sharp sword.

Mei Xue doesn't remember when she met such a special girl, a girl with such a special temperament should never be forgotten by him.

Unless...... Looking at the girl who was wrapped in Taichu, Mei Xue sighed softly.

Sure enough, is it one of the 999 broken lovelies in the past?

Only in this way can it be explained that he didn't even see the girl's face, and he had a sense of déjà vu, and a soft part of his heart was touched.

It must be a very, very special girl for him, so even if the past relationship is severed, it still leaves a trace that cannot be erased.

So, there was no way for him to leave her injured alone.

Taking two steps forward, Mei Xue stretched out her hand and prepared to check the girl's injuries.

Dangerous! Taichu immediately conveyed the highest level of alarm to Mei Xue, which was a deadly red alert that made Mei Xue's back chill.

"The right hand of the Ghost Emperor!" Without thinking about it, Mei Xue summoned her final force, and a huge arm stood in front of Mei Xue's body, blocking hundreds of sword qi that suddenly burst out from the girl's body.

These sword qi are shadowless and invisible, each of them can pierce through the golden stone, and it is completely indiscriminate and large-scale attacks.

After the sword qi erupted, the dragon garden where Mei Xue was located was completely plowed over, and there were crisscrossing ravines everywhere, and the remains of the ghost crab were directly cut into a large number of small pieces by these sword qi, which could be put on a plate at any time.

"It's dangerous." If it weren't for Taichu's reminder, Mei Xue didn't expect that the girl who had passed out in a coma would still have this most difficult counterattack method hidden, which was obviously prepared for the enemy who was chasing her.

However, because of this, the figure of the girl who broke out with these protective sword qi finally appeared in front of Mei Xue.

This is a weak girl, her skin is as white as fresh snow, her thin body is full of subtle scars, and her snow-white hands are engraved with several runes of ancient swords intertwined.

At this moment, the runes of these ancient swords are glowing, but the light is weakening little by little, and it is obvious that the girl's situation is not good.

Mei Xue cautiously approached the girl's side, this time there was finally no invisible sword qi eruption, but the girl's breathing was even weaker, almost to the point of being inaudible.

Worst! Just looking at the girl's appearance, Mei Xue knew that things were more tricky than she expected.

He took the girl's hand in a hurry, and checked her pulse according to the method peculiar to a medicine man, then his hands and feet, and his whole body.

One, two, three...... After ten breaths, Mei Xue's face became extremely ugly, as a junior pharmacist recognized by the pharmacists' union, he had seen all kinds of seriously injured people more than once.

There are those who fall from cliffs, those who are accidentally attacked by wild beasts, and there are even those who are carried out of secret realms.

But no matter what kind of injury it is, it is not worth mentioning compared to the current girl.

The pulse, close to zero, Mei Xue has never seen such a low pulse that can still come back to life.

The heartbeat, close to breaking, even the tortoise's heartbeat was ten times faster than hers.

Breathing, the same close to none, said that it is breathless, I don't think it is too much.

As for the specific injuries, Mei Xue can make a list.

The left hand, fractured, and was regurgitated by unknown sword qi, and the medicine was ineffective.

The right hand and wrist were comminuted and fractured, and it was difficult to connect them.

head, suffered a major blow, I'm afraid that when I wake up, my memory will be confused.

The body, all the internal organs are seriously injured, and immortality is already a miracle among miracles.

How the hell did she escape? In Mei Xue's experience, this is like a tragic situation after being crushed by a mountain, and it is incredible to survive.

But she did struggle to survive, as if there was a force in her body desperately trying to maintain her vitality, so that the girl's body, which was already close to exhaustion, did not completely collapse.

But this can't be done, no matter what the amount of strength is, but the girl's condition is still deteriorating little by little under Mei Xue's diagnosis.

The current situation is like the process of overwhelming the camel, and a straw is added to the girl's injuries every once in a while, and when the last straw is put up, it is when the girl's body completely collapses.

Mei Xue could even predict the tragic situation of the eventual collapse, this abnormal injury would directly cause the girl's heart to rupture, and her whole body would bleed to death.

Her vitality is passing inexorably, which is the biggest reason why she fell into a coma. Because the force in her body was no longer enough to maintain her sanity, she took the initiative to enter this state of minimum consumption.

If she hadn't entered this self-protective coma, the girl would have died long ago.

"It can't be cured...... What should I do......" Mei Xue looked at the list of injuries she had listed, and could only keep shaking her head.

Yes, it can't be saved, even if he has already crossed the line of an intermediate pharmacist, and can even be comparable to a senior pharmacist in cultivating elixir, but the girl's injuries are too tragic, far beyond the scope of his treatment.

He still has a way to fracture some of his hands and feet, but there is no cure for the failure of his internal organs, not to mention the girl's terrible heart and brain damage, she is still alive has already surprised Mei Xue.

Every second passes, the girl's vitality will pass by a minute, and Mei Xue can even roughly estimate her death date, even if she has that mysterious power in her body to support her, she will definitely not live tomorrow morning.

Even though Mei Xue has forgotten the nine hundred and ninety-nine times of love in the past, it is impossible to let him watch the girl he once liked die in front of him.

The relationship has been broken, which does not mean that he really has nothing to do with them, but he is no longer in that drunken and luscious love.

For him, the women he once liked were all good girls, and they were all fate in the past.

Therefore, when she realized that the girl in front of her was walking into a dead end step by step, something in Mei Xue's heart was touched.

You must still have a wish that hasn't been fulfilled, so that's why you came to this Dragon Garden.

I can't remember your name or the moment we met you, but since we met here again, you shouldn't stay here.

Yes, you cannot.

Won't let you die.

I'm not going to let you die here.

Mei Xue hugged the girl's body, placed her across her knees, and began to close her eyes and meditate.

What can be done, is there any way to save her?

The heart has been broken, all the internal organs have been damaged, and he can't even drink medicine, let alone strengthen the foundation and nourish the blood and qi, which is a near-death injury that the medicine stone has almost ineffective.

Meng Meng, tell me, is there any way to save her?

Meng Meng with a lantern appeared in front of Mei Xue, illuminating this small world.

Meng Meng told Mei Xue:

"Mei Xue, there is a way, the way is in your own heart, you have that kind of strength."

"Feel it carefully, feel the amount of power you have, as long as it is you, you will definitely be able to do it."

"Because, you are the master of the world of mountains and seas, and you are your mother's favorite person."

Mei Xue stared at the cute eyes that were different from usual, and then nodded slowly.

"So, here we go." Meng Meng placed a small lantern on the forehead of the unconscious girl, lighting up the light that represented hope.

"Guanzi Bodhisattva ......" Mei Xue hugged the girl who had walked into death step by step, and according to the intuition in her heart, she gently recited the true scriptures that represented the roots of Buddhism.

A golden light flashed, and the Great Freedom Wisdom Sword rarely showed its true body in the real world, and then inserted it in front of Mei Xue's body, automatically condensing a golden aura, guarding Mei Xue who had entered a state of epiphany.

Mei Xue had a dream, in which he turned into an ancient tree, a big tree that has gone through vicissitudes and has been guarding a place.

This tree has lived for a long, long, long time, and its descendants have spread all over this forest, and as far as the eye can see, there are its descendants shaking in the wind.

Now, the ancient tree has finally come to its end, and for a few days, watching its offspring coexist with the land, watching the little ones running around its withered self is its only pleasure.

And in front of this dying tree, stood a sword, a long sword that was scarred all over its body and broken everywhere.

I couldn't see the decoration on the sword clearly, I couldn't remember where the sword came from, and I had waited in this forest for countless years, and it seemed that this mutilated ancient sword had been here since the day I remembered.

Now, the ancient tree is dying, and the sword is still here, standing in the earth in front of the ancient tree as it has for thousands of years.

The sword was surrounded by countless dead leaves, most of which were the leaves of the ancient trees in the past, and under the layers of fallen leaves, only a small half of the ancient sword was still exposed on the ground, and it looked like a rock that no one cared about.

The ancient tree knew that it was about to return to the earth, and the little bit of vitality in its body was slowly passing.

It knew that this was a fateful necessity, that it had lived long enough, and that when it died, it would become a part of the earth, and that good moss and mushrooms would grow on its decaying body, making the forest more full of life.

It doesn't care about death, because it didn't have any regrets when it lived, and it was lucky to have survived its life in peace compared to those of its kind who were burned to ashes by thunder.

Around it, there are many, many gentle children, these are its offspring, children who have not yet given birth to their own consciousness.

Most of these small trees will not have the opportunity to give birth to their own consciousness, and even it itself has occasionally obtained a piece of heaven and earth essence in the fall of the power of the stars, thus obtaining its own consciousness.

Therefore, it is not afraid of death, because this is the trajectory of destiny given to it by the stars.

Whether it is the pain and happiness of existence, whether it is the loneliness and sadness of death, in the eyes of it that has lived for so long, it is only an insignificant part of the long river of fate.

Including its own death, it is the same.

This world will not change anything because of its death, and it is not an ancient life like it that guides the world world, but a new life that is stronger and more full of vitality.

However, before it died, it looked at the broken and scarred sword with some reluctance.

After it died, there was no one to accompany the forgotten ancient sword.

In the spring, no one will drive away those little beasts for this sword.

In the summer, no one will shield this sword from the scorching sun.

In autumn, no one will brush away too many leaves for this sword.

In winter, no one will dispel the terrible chill for this sword.

It is about to die, and this sword without its master will continue to wait here, waiting for the impossible hope.

Because it is bound, bound by this land, bound by its sad fate, it is just like it, it is a being that is going to perish little by little, but it has been dead a little longer, a little longer.

It has been forgotten by the world, and has spent countless springs, summers, autumns and winters with it, countless sunsets and sunsets, wind and rain unchanged, until it has reached the end of its life one step ahead of it.

It vaguely remembered that a long, long time ago, there was no forest here, only a seed planted and this scarred sword.

Who planted it, who put this sword in front of it, it has forgotten, and it doesn't seem to need to pursue that answer.

This forest, this world, is from it little by little to spread the seeds, nurture vitality, and finally form.

For it, this is the whole of the world, it is the origin of this world, it is the creator of this world, and in this small world, it is the oldest life.

In its body, the seeds that were bred grew up with it as a seedbed, and then flew in all directions, making the world more extensive.

The small white flowers that bloom are proof of the conception of life.

Already, there's nothing left to be nostalgic about, and this is where it ends.

After a long, long time, it is finally going to say goodbye to this world, and this world that it has created and expanded is a proof that it has lived.

Now, it has to do the last thing, say goodbye to the friends who have been with it for so many years.

Although this friend never spoke, nor did he react to its voice, it was the only one who remained with it for thousands of years, never separated.

This small world is the proof of the time the two have spent together, the memory of the world world.

"Bodhi...... Immortal ......" In the darkest hour before dawn, the ancient tree looked up at the dark sky, and his whole body began to regain its youth unbelievably.

That is its most powerful power, and it is a miracle formed by gathering the power of this world.

As far as the eye can see, all the trees have a tender heart for the dying one, and selflessly lend it its vitality, to the first ancient tree in this world, the Bodhi Ancient Tree.

The little white flowers bloom beautifully on its body, and it is the flower that blooms for it that has died peacefully,

In its lifetime, it did not have any great achievements worth boasting about, and no one had ever heard of its name, and in these tens of millions of years, it had only done one thing, that is, to spread its own seeds and plant the breath of life little by little in this barren world.

A thousand years, ten thousand years have passed, and the originally barren world, with only a small tree and an ancient sword, has become a green world world with no end in sight, a forest full of vitality.

That is the trace left by its life, and the proof of its existence in this world.

Starting from a small seed, it has gone through its life little by little, without magnificent adventures, without incredible miracles, it is deeply rooted in this barren land, until the flowers are in full bloom and the four seasons are coming.

It gave birth to everything in this world.

It is the original origin and the only witness of this world.

In this way, when life comes to the end of the last day, everything in the past appears in front of the ancient Bodhi tree, which makes it smile slightly.